13 Sad Six Word Stories that will Break Your Heart

I remember reading a six word story attributed to Ernest Hemingway, it said, “For sale: Baby shoes. Never worn.” And that started a curious wonder for sad six word stories.

Although there really is no solid proof saying that Hemingway did write the story, it is believed that he wrote it to win a bet. He challenged a few writers that he could write a six-word story that could make people cry. And he did.

Because the six-word format was so good, a few other people followed in. I have collected a few stories that follow the format. I like these stories because, well, they are short but sharp. Like daggers that pierce through your flesh, they bring out pains in your heart you never knew you had. They are kept short just so it can adjust to the degrading attention span of today’s world but are jam-packed with feelings.

Birth certificate. Death certificate. One pen.

“Just married!” read the shattered windshield.

Finally spoke to her. Left flowers.

Met my soulmate. At her wedding.

“I do,” she said, as told.

So, how are the stories? Did you like them? What was your favorite? Mine was Painfully, he changed “is” to “was.” Do you have a six-word story that you can share to us? Post your reactions at the comments section below. And if you find this article shareable, please hit the social buttons below.

“’Just married!’ read the shattered windshield.” First, putting “Just married” and the shattered windshield together tells us a sad story. Second, the fact that “Just married” was painted on the windshield tells us that the person who put it there was either an idiot or a jealous suitor. Third, it tells us that the driver was an idiot or maybe the passenger, too.

Wow did this one hit a nerve.
It reminded me of when my dog Elliott was dying and one day I looked out into the backyard and saw him trying to crawl under my ’68 Mustang. My heart sank. The vet told me that Elliott would let me know when it was time.

I got my keys and called to him. He followed me and jumped right into the truck. When we got to the Vet’s office he got out and followed me to the door. When we went in, I went straight to the exam room and he followed.
There was a sofa in the exam room and I sat down. Elliott jumped up and sat next to me, then scooted as close to me as he could. He laid his head in my lap. I tried not to cry, but tears streamed down my face, landing on his head and disappearing into his fur.
When the vet came in, he said “Let’s get him up here” as he motioned to the exam table. I said “No, do it right here.” He tried to object, but I insisted. Elliott died in my arms. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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